My mother-in-law, Margaret, officially, but Marge or Margie

to most people, and I always got along fairly well. I

treated her decent and liked her cooking and her daughter

was well-chosen with me and I guess that was what she cared well-nigh

about.

She had a small flat on the first base base of the same

building occupied by the class byplay. There were two

bedchamber and a smaller apartment on the second level and a

quite boastfully garret area on the third level. When my wife,

Glynda, and I were there we stayed in the small apartment.

Our two girl would use the ramify bedroom if they

came down.

My wife 's dad had died a couple of twelvemonth before and I do n't

think many people missed him much. He did n't treat anybody

very well, to the lowest degree of all his wife, son, and two daughter,

and nobody 's cooking was as good as his, and although he

often said he could misrepresent something better, he never

volunteered to do it.

We were down at `` Mom 's '' for holiday. There was n't much to

do in the little fishing and logging town, but it was close

to the beaches and the mountains. Glynda and I would go out

on the beach late in the afternoon and watch the sun go down

and then progress a little fire and fuck for a span hours on

a big blanket and then go home and soak in the steam bath

for a yoke of hour and fuck some more. Or we would go for

a hike up in the mountains in the dawn and then take a nap

and fuck in some grassy hayfield for almost of the afternoon.

You can severalize there was one affair uppermost in our minds.

The steam bath was actually a Suomi fashion sweat room. A very hot,

very dry heat, very little steam at all. Glynda 's dad had

built it in the back of the factory and it had become popular

with nearly everyone. In fact my sure-enough daughter was conceived

in it, near as we could figure.

Glynda and her mom were only about 20 years apart in age and

were mistaken for sisters quite often. Their size of it and build

were very exchangeable except that Margie was a footling bustier

and a picayune hippier with a few more line. And while

Glynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, Marge

did it to hide some gray and look jr.. It was difficult

to tell them apart without looking really close. And therein

lies the tale.

I had been over at the neighborhood tavern for a few hours

that good afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few cat

that I knew from when we had lived there years ago. It was

dinner time, and I was a little tipsy, and also horny from

watching the barmaids running around in their short skirts

and decollete blouses for several hours. I walked into the

downstairs apartment to see what the expectation for dinner

were. There were a distich of pots gently steaming on the stove

and my wife was standing at the sink fixing some bread and

veggies for salad. I walked up behind her, put my left arm

around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in

front of her with my right hand and cupped her mons and

pussy and massaged it a footling. She jumped a little and said,

'' Ooohh ! ``

I nuzzled and nibbled the English of her neck opening and said, `` What 's

for dinner party, besides you ? ``

She was breathing a little heavily and leaning against me like

she was having trouble standing up. `` Ohh ... Unnn ... I ...

I ... think th.. th.. that Glllyyyndaaaa .... is. up ..

stairs .., '' she gasped.

Well, I started noticing affair then. Her breast was a

little bit larger and softer than Glynda 's and her tummy

was n't quite as flavorless, and her mons felt a little higher, and

then I opened my eyes and noticed what was looped over the ear I

had just begun to lick and nibble on. Metal glass frames !

Oops ! grama grass wore methamphetamine hydrochloride with metal build and Glynda wore

plastic ! Mea culpa !

I unwound my munition from around her and helped her stall up

straight. As she leaned against the sink counterpunch I said,

'' Oh ! I 'm sad. I thought you were Glynda. ``

'' That 's .... all ... right, '' she said, gasping out one word

to the breath.

'' See you at dinner ! '' I said as I made my expiration, level left.

I went upstairs and found my wife in an easy chair in the

sitting room of the picayune apartment, reading the very

skinny local anaesthetic paper.

'' How was your visit with your buddy ? '' she asked. `` Are the

barmaids over there just as sexy as ever ? ``

I gave her a abbreviated sketch of the afternoon at the local

watering golf hole and then related what had transpired with her

female parent in the kitchen.

'' My god, Honey, you probably came close to giving Mom a

heart onslaught ! I 'm pretty sure she has n't had any sex but her

hand since Dad got sick before he died. And maybe not for a

while before then. ``

'' Yeah, '' I agreed, `` She did n't really object to my attention

either. In fact she sounded a little let down when I

left and came upstairs. ``

'' Well, '' said Glynda, `` You have given me an adequate sum

of screwing the last couple of daytime. You want to try fucking

Mom tonight ? ``

Many guys would cause fallen over if their wife said anything

like that, but it was n't totally unexpected. We are n't major

league swinger or swappers and we do n't have what I would

call an assailable marriage. We are 99 % or more satisfied with our

sex lives and seldom actively pursue early intimate partners.

However, we realize that there are those times and

condition when an attraction develops that just ca n't be

ignored. We have an accord that we discuss each event

before consummation and we do n't have any affaire with other

people in our own abode, unless it is by anterior arrangement

and accord. We do ingest an relief valve article though. That is

if there are hands on organs and the apparel are half off,

do it, and we will discuss it later !

So, I was n't too surprised at what my married woman said. `` My, how

you talk, young lady ! '' I chuckled. `` I did n't realize I had

fucked you to a frazzle. ``

'' I said an equal amount, not a sufficient amount. And I

was thinking about a quickie before dinner. But, since there

may be some extramarital hanky panky tonight you can just

eat my cunt for an appetiser. If you get Mom for dessert you

may need all your spunk and vigour for her ! ``

With that, Glynda raised her hips and slipped off her falloff

and panties, slumped down in the chair and threw her legs

over the weapon of it. `` ejaculate and get it, big boy, '' she said,

reaching down and spreading her cunt lips.

Well, this is about Margie, my mother-in-law, so I 'll fast

forward a few hours.

After dinner the three of us went into the living way for

coffee and dessert, then sat around and watched a brace of

reruns on TV. Margie was sitting sort of sideways on the

couch reading the paper, I was sitting in the slow chair

glancing at some womanhood 's clip that should have been x-rated

because of the motion picture, and Glynda was sitting on the trading floor

between my legs. She had been rubbing her head in my genital organ

and running her hired hand up and down my legs all even. I was

getting a little heated, and I noticed that Marge was taking

it all in and squirming around a little like she had an itch

that needed scratching.

Glynda got up and stretched. `` I think I will go up to bed, ''

she said. `` That was a good dinner, Mom. It is making me

sleepy ! '' Then she turned to me and said, `` Honey, you can

stick around down here and keep Mom ship's company if you want. I am just

going to go to sleep. '' And she leaned over and gave me a

little kiss with a lot of tongue and put her script in my

crotch and gave my rooster and balls a little squeeze.

'' OK, Honey, '' I replied. `` I 'll be up later. ``

As Glynda left the apartment I noticed that she did not

completely close the door into the hallway. `` That little

snoop, '' I thought. `` She is going to listen in to see what

goes on down here ! ``

I stood up and moved over to the couch and asked margarine, `` Can

I sit here with you ? '' as I moved in behind her.

'' Sure, '' she said, as she moved over a little to give me a

little more room.

I sat down behind her and put a script on her shoulder. `` I

would like to talk about this afternoon. ``

'' Oh, that 's OK, '' she said. `` It is n't essential. ``

'' I do n't cogitate you understand, '' I said as I moved a short

finisher to her. `` I enjoyed what happened, and I do n't repent

it at all. And I think that you may suffer enjoyed it a little

too. ``

'' Ww.. w.. Well, '' she stammered, as she wiggled around a

little. `` I was very surprise. It did feel a little ... '' she

paused. `` ... different. I have n't been ... uh ... touched

by a man in a foresighted time. '' She sighed and leaned back against

the couch.

'' I know, '' I said. `` I imagine you are really lonely. '' I put

both weapons system around her shoulders and hugged her vertebral column against

me. I rested the side of my mind against hers and said

softly, `` It does n't have to be that way. ``

'' Oh, I do n't know, '' she said. `` An old cleaning woman like me ca n't

find anybody but old men around here. ``

'' I was n't talking about around here, '' I said as I hugged her

a little tighter. `` I was talking about right here. I was

talking about me. ``

I heard and felt her pant, and she placed her hands on my

arms where I was hugging her, just above her titty. `` Oh

no ! That ca n't be true ! You are married to my girl ! Why

would you want an old woman like me ? What will Glynda

conceive ? It just would n't be right ! We ... ''

'' Marge, Shush ! '' I said in her ear. `` You let me worry about

Glynda. You are a very bountiful and attractive char. I have

always seen that in you. Any man who would take on the time to

know you would make out you. I love you, and this afternoon I

realized that I want to make sleep together to you and depict you how

much I love you. ``

'' Oh dear ! I do n't acknowledge what to say ! What about tomorrow ?

What happens when you do n't go upstairs ? What if Glynda

finds out ? It would n't be right. What ... ''

'' Dear, confection, Margie. Do n't worry about any of those things.

I will rent care of any problems. You only postulate to say one

thing. Just say 'Yes'if you want us to ready love to each

other tonight. That is all you have to worry about. All you

have to do is say 'Yes'. ``

I hugged her and she squeezed and rubbed my coat of arms with her

hands. I waited. Finally, so deliquium that I could barely hear

her, `` Yes. ``

'' Oh, Margie, '' I sighed, as I moved my hands down under her

breasts and gently cupped them in my hands and lifted them up

and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against

my bureau, and she acted like it was the number 1 time she had

been able to slack up in a prospicient time. `` I love you, '' I whispered

as I kissed her neck and licked softly around the edge of

her ear.

'' Oh, Gene, I love you too ! kiss me please. It has been so

long ! ``

I slid back and let her recline until I had her cradled in

my left arm. She turned her face up to mine and I leaned

over and kissed her gently. I let her go the way. As I

gently massaged her breasts and rubbed her mammilla she

sucked my broken lip into her backtalk and let it go and then

did the same with my upper lip. I then did the same to her

and we repeated that and then I felt her knife licking my

lips when she sucked them into her mouth. When it was my

turn I just opened my back talk a little and licked her back talk with

my spit. She gasped, threw her sleeve around my cervix and

gave me a full receptive mouthed candy kiss, sticking her lingua into

my mouth and feeling all around with it. While I was

returning her passion I slowly moved my hand down over her

breadbasket towards her mons, gently massaging and rubbing her

all the way.

When I got to her mons I slid my finger down over her kitty-cat

until I had her mons veneris under my palm and I could feel the hotness

from her bitch under my fingerbreadth. I started massaging her

snatch with my fingers as she arched her hips off the frame

against my hand.

'' Oh god ! Do that some more ! Please, please ... ''

I rubbed and massaged over her slit with my fingers as she

began thrusting her hips up against my hand. Her peg cattle ranch

slowly apart, giving me permission to go further. I knew

that she had n't had anything but her own hand between her

legs for years. I thought that it probably felt a lot like I

felt the first time a woman put her manus around my cock !

I could feel her cunt getting hotter against my manus as I

gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to contract on

the arena over her button. There was no doubt about finding it.

She almost screamed, arched her back, and quivered like an

arrow when it sticks in a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The genitalia of her pants were

definitely wet now, and she was panting and pushing her clit

against my fingers as I rubbed and pressed down on it. She

put both hired hand over mine and pressed them tightly against

her as she humped her hips up, getting more stimulation for

her inadequate unheeded clit.

'' Oh my god, oh shit Ohhhhh ... UUnnnggg .... AWWWWWWWWWW ....

, '' she screamed as she was hit by her orgasm. Again and

again she humped against our manpower and shuddered and moaned.

Finally, `` Oh, cistron, Darling, that was rattling ! I love you

so much ! '' And then she reached up and pulled my heading down to

her and kissed me foresightful and gently. Then released me, looked

me straight in the eye and softly said, `` Darling, please

take me to bed. ``

I stood up and held out my hands to her. She reached up and

took them and I pulled her slowly to her feet. She came into

my sleeve and I held her close and kissed her. I started to

pick her up, but she stopped me. `` I am too weighty for you to

carry, '' she said, as she slowly started walking backwards.

'' Just like dancing, '' she said. `` You lead. ``

We walked, or danced, through the kitchen to her bedroom and

as we passed the partially open doorway to the hall I could

hear clothes rustling a little and recondite external respiration. Glynda

was keeping an eye on things ! When we reached the bed I sat

her down gently and sat beside her. I reached in forepart of

her and cupped her to the full breasts in my script and hugged her

to me. She sighed and placed her helping hand on mine while I

gently squeezed her tits and rubbed her pap with the

tips of my fingers.

I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one hand then the other

under it as I did, stroking her warm voiced skin. When I got

her blouse unbuttoned I slid one sleeve down off her

shoulder and down her arm then gently pulled it behind her

and down over her other arm. I began kissing and nuzzling

around her neck and over her bare articulatio humeri and I could feel

her shivering like an wind up mare.

I glanced toward the chamber door and out through the

kitchen. I could see a shadowy bod in the outer hall and

knew that Glynda was out there watching as her female parent and I

were making love. `` Well, '' I thought, `` She will be frigging

her kitty until she blows her mind if she keeps watching. ``

I slipped out from behind Margie and laid her gently on the

bed. I stood in front of her and slowly lifted up her foundation,

one at a time, and removed her shoes and socks, then reached

up to her slackness and started sliding the elastic band waistband

down over her hips. She raised her rose hip so I could slip them

out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my handwriting

slipped over her bare skin as I slid them down over her

legs.

I started to get rid of her pantie the same way but she took my

hands in hers and whispered, `` Noooo. Not yet. ''

I lifted her and reached behind her and unfastened her bra.

She gasped as the tenseness of the shoulder strap was released and her

breasts fell free. I slid the bra off of her weaponry and

dropped it over the end of the bed. She folded her munition

across her breasts to report herself.

I sat back down following to her and gently turned her away from

me. I then slid my hands down her arms and hugged her

against me. Moving my hands down to her rounded but firm

tummy I stroked and massaged my way up to her breasts.

After doing this several times she relaxed and let me slue

my hands up over her bare breasts. As my hands reached her

mamilla she sighed and leaned her head back against my

shoulder.

As I kissed her neck and shoulders and played with her boobs

and nipples she placed one script on my arm and dropped the

former one to my leg. She began rubbing my leg and soon was

running her script slowly up and down between my branch, getting

finisher to my cock each time.

My erection was sticking straight down my pants leg and I

knew that Margie was going to experience it very soon. I was

nibbling her neck and running my finger tips over her stiff

nipples when her paw reached my hard cock. She gasped and

moved her mitt slowly up over my erection as she slowly

inhaled. When she reached the base of operations of it she squeezed it

gently and moaned, `` Oh Gene, that feels so wonderful ... ``

I tensed a little to piddle it jerk and swell in her manus and

she jumped a slight and giggled like a school female child. `` Oh ! It

feels like it is alive ! ``

She turned her face up to me, `` call for your clothes off,

darling. I want to feel your fond bare skin against mine. ``

I laid her down on the bed and stood up. Looking down at her

in the dim bedroom I saw a mature char, organic structure kept in

shape by hard work every day. Her skin was untanned and the

areola on her breasts were morose in contrast, the gloomy hair

of her snatch was a mysterious tincture under her white silk

pantie where her pegleg met her body.

I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing and

licking my way down to her shrub. She clasped my caput in her

hands, `` Ohhhh ... Please, Gene, consume your wearing apparel off. ``

I stood up and unfastened my smash, letting my pants slew to

the floor and pushed my drawers down around my ankles. I

pulled my shirts over my head and when I looked, Margie was

under the blanket. `` Please, hurry, '' she whispered.

I stepped out of my clothes and pulled my shoes and wind sleeve

off. Margie tossed back the covering and I slid in side by side to

her. She held out her arms and I slid an arm under her and we

kissed. Slowly at first then more urgently. I gently moved

my paw down over her body towards her kitty-cat and discovered

that she had removed her step-in while I was undressing.

When my hand reached her lenient scrub I covered her pussy with

my mitt and gently pressed and massaged her kitty. She was

warm and moistness and gasped as I first touched her and then

moaned as I gently massaged her mons pubis and out lip. I

slowly began working a finger into the hot marrow of her

female person sex and was quickly rewarded by a spreading wetness.

As I penetrated her with my finger she again gasped and

began moaning and thrusting her hips up against my hand.

I slipped my finger up towards her clit and she reached down

and grasped my erect putz. `` Oh, gene, '' she moaned, `` I want

you in me. I want to finger you laying on me. yield me your

sexual love and fill me with it. Please ... Now ... Oh ....

puhleeaaase ! ``

I moved over her as she spread her leg and pulled her knees

up. As I lowered myself onto her I kissed her breasts and

sucked on her nipples. She reached down and took my erection

in her script and guided me to her hot, steaming snatch.

She gasped and moaned as I slowly entered her and put her

weapon around me and raised her ramification and clasped them around

my waist. `` Ohhhh Gene, do it slow. It has been so long ! I want

it to last as long as potential. ``

She was as pie-eyed as my wife was at 21. I could find the

bulwark of her cunt stretching as the point of my peter went where

no dick had gone for many years.

I pumped my cock in and out of her slowly, laying on her and

just moving my pelvis. Each clip I slid into her she took a

abstruse breath and hugged me with her arms and pegleg and when I

was in all the way she relaxed and breathed out. `` Ooooh ....

Ahhhhhh ... Ooooooo ... ahhhh .... '' It sounded like a easy

breeze.

I do n't know how long this went on. We were both lost in the

heat and the minginess and the closeness of my gruelling rooster

fucking in and out of her hot, slippery, soft pussy.

Margie was hugging me tighter now and I increased my

amphetamine and military unit as I fucked her grasping love tunnel. She

was breathing unvoiced and began gasping. `` Oh god ... fuck ...

harder ... faster ... ohhhhhhh .... yesssss .... fuck ... screw

... `` Soon she was talking quite plainly and then began

shouting, `` HARDER DAMN IT .... HARDER ... screwing ME ! ! ! ``

I did, and soon she was throwing her pelvic girdle up at me as I

thrust my tool into her throbbing, demanding cunt. I felt

my balls tightening up and I knew I was going to get along damn

soon. Margie was on her way too, and I picked up the pace.

'' I 'm going to cum, Margie, I 'm cumming ! ``

'' Oh fuck ... yes ... cum ... now ... Now ... NOWWWW ! ! ! ``

As she screamed out her orgasmic delight I slammed into her

as far as I could and shot my jism deep in her hot depths.

She felt my cock jumping inside of her and her cunt muscles

began contracting and milking the cum out of my cock as she

screamed and moaned and kicked and scratched through the

first really acute sexual climax she had experienced in years.

I just lay there on top of her for various min as she

hugged me and her twat massaged my very slowly subsiding

erection. I rolled off of her and glanced towards the doorway

into the kitchen. I could barely puddle out the shadowed figure

of a fair sex and it looked like she was playing with her

pussy. She quietly moved back into the former room.

Margie was snuggled up against me purring like a cat full of

cream, or a woman full of cum. `` That was wonderful, '' she

said. `` You comfortably get upstairs. Glynda will be wondering

where you are. ``

'' No, she is probably sound asleep. '' I knew better. She was

in the kitchen listening as her hubby fucked her mother and

fingering herself ! `` The steam Bath is still hot. Let 's go

relax for awhile. '' I thought she could probably use a picayune

heat therapy after all the unaccustomed exercise she had

just had.

'' Well .... OK. Let me get my robe. '' Margie said, as she

slowly rolled out of bed.

'' You do n't need your robe. '' I told her. `` There is n't anyone

in the house but Glynda, and she wo n't bother us. ``

I opened the door from the bedroom into the manufactory and put

my arm around Margie, guiding her between the dark and

silent machines.

As we went through the manufacturing plant I could see the store area up

front, dimly lit by the street lights shining through the

windows. I could barely ca-ca out my horny, voyeuristic wife

watching us from behind the show cases. I stopped

and turned Margie around and pulled her to me and kissed her

passionately. She threw her subdivision around my neck opening as I

reached down between us and began fingering her kitty. It

was wet and slippery with our cum and I soon had my digit

in her slit, and she reached down and grabbed my cock and

started pulling and pumping it.

We stood there in the colored factory surface area, playing with each

other, kissing and rubbing our soundbox together. `` Take me

again, '' she said. `` Fuck me right here ! ``

Still holding onto my cock she turned around and knack over,

supporting herself on a stride dejection that was sitting future to a

machine. She pulled me to her, put my cock head at the

entrance to her puss, and pushed back against me. My now hard

woodpecker slid compensate in and my orchis slapped against her belly.

I chuckled to myself as I realized that we were standing

sideways to the door into the entrepot, and Glynda was going to

get a real show !

I grabbed Margie 's hips and started pumping my cock in and

out of her burning hot grab. I could feel the juice from

her excitement and our previous shag running down over my

balls and down the inside of her thighs. `` Oh ... nooky me,

baby ! Fuck me hard ! '' she yelled. And I did.

I was pounding her pussy for all I was worth, and Margie was

squeezing with her slit and hanging on. Knowing that my

wife was watching us and more than likely fingering herself

made it even more exciting. I got to the point where I was

fucking her cunt so hard that her feet were n't even on the

floor. `` Oh God ! I 'm cumming honey, I 'm cumming ! Fuck me !

HARDER Oh SHit OH fuck screw UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH ! ``

Margie screamed as her climax came.

I kept slamming into her hot steaming cunt and I could palpate

the cum starting way down in my nuts and rising up through

my rooster and I could n't do anything but oink. I grunted

every time I slammed my rod down her kettle of fish and as I felt her

puss squeezing me I felt the cum shooting from my pecker and

pumped even further into her as I shot my load in her.

We just stood there for a piece. She leaning on the pot

and me leaning against her butt until my cock deflated and

fell out of her pussy. I helped her to abide up and we slowly

made our way back through the factory to the sauna.

The sauna was a room about 8 ft. by 10 ft. and about 10 ft.

high. There was the heater, a shower, a low commode, and several

unlike spirit level of bench. When we got inside I turned on

the shower and we soaped each former down and washed off the

drying cum and sweat from our love life fashioning. As she stood with

her back to me I scrubbed her down and slide my hand between

her legs. I could easily fall away two fingers in her cunt and I

slowly fucked her with my fingerbreadth. In a few minute she

started making contented woman noise and pushing against me a

little. After two really good piece of tail I was n't even getting a

piddling firm yet, so I decided not to go any further right

then.

We climbed up the terrace until we got to a nice hot level

and sat down. I leaned back in the corner and Margie leaned

back against me. I pulled the cord to put some surplus moisture

in the air and she started playing with my tool. She was a

picayune tentative at first, but I started playing with her

boobs and mamilla and she relaxed and became a little more

confident.

I started getting a decent hard-on after a one-half hour or so

and Margie was really getting into playing with my cock. She

was using both hand and doing all the correct things. But I

wanted more from this very sexy and passionate honest-to-goodness woman.

'' Suck me or be intimate me, Margie. Do n't just jerk me off. ``

She turned and looked at me with her eyes encompassing with

surprise. `` What ? .... ''

'' I said suckle me or lie with me. It feels really ripe to have you

playing with me but I want to be a lot Sir Thomas More confidant with

you right now. Take my cock in your mouth and sucking on it for

a patch. ``

She looked at me with surprise at first and then it was like

she finally understood what I said. Her looks changed to

that of a horny, putz hungry, excited charwoman and she licked

her lips. She slid over on the Bench and laid down on her

stomach. Grasping my cock in one paw she slowly moved her

drumhead over my fork and lay there looking at my erect penis

like she had never seen one before. She turned it around,

then touched it with her finger and tasted it.

'' Go ahead, '' I said softly. `` It wo n't bite ! ``

She giggled a piffling and started to slowly pillow slip her mouth

over my John Rock concentrated fuck tool. She got about half of it in her

mouth and started sucking on me like a all-day sucker. It felt

really respectable. It felt great ! She acted like this was the

first fourth dimension she had ever sucked cock and I just let her

experiment to line up what she liked best.

Soon she was using her hand on the portion of my dick that

did n't go in her oral cavity and suck and licking it like it

was an ice cream bar. I thought that it was a practiced thing

that I had fucked her honest twice in the last couple of hours

or my cum would be dripping off the ceiling !

She looked up at me. `` My cunt is burning up ! Let 's sleep with

some to a greater extent ! ``

fountainhead, I could n't change state down a request like that ! I got up and

led her down the stair and sat down on the stool.

'' Straddle my pegleg and sit down on my rooster, '' I told her.

She had a glimmer in her eye like a slight kid who has never

done something before but knows it is going to be a lot of

fun !

She moved over me, gently took my slit in her fingerbreadth and

guided it into her waiting pussy as she sat down. I put my

blazonry around her waist and she put her arms around my neck.

'' Ooohh ... That look undecomposed ! '' she said, as she leaned back

and slid her puss all the way down over my hard cock.

'' Yes, it does, '' I agreed. `` You know, your oldest

granddaughter was conceived right here this way. ``

'' Oh my god, '' she sort of laughed. `` That makes me finger so

naughty ! Fucking with you in the same place you conceived

your first-class honours degree child with my daughter ! ``

'' Well, '' I responded. `` Let 's not interest about that. Let 's

just get downright tight and fuck our brains out. I want to

fill your pussy entire of cum ! ``

'' Ohhhhh ... my ... uuuhhhmmmm ... yesssss, '' she moaned, as I

rotated my hips up and thrust my prick deeper into her cunt.

We leaned back in each early 's blazon and began to thrash our

pelvises together, grunting and groaning. The sauna was

around 100 degrees and we were both perspiring freely. pit,

we were sweating like pigs ! We were slipping and sliding

like we had been dipped in K-Y. It was whole-body piece of tail !

She leaned away from me and arched her back, slamming her

pelvis hard against me. I bent over and sucked a teat

between my lips. She let out a moan and moved faster over my

cock. The harder I sucked, the harder she fucked !

I was at the detail where I felt like I was about to cum, but

I did n't. I just stayed there, savoring the feel of a hot,

slippery twat on my strong, throbbing cock, sucking on her

hard nipples.

She leaned in towards me and I hugged her to my chest. Her

plump knocker were against my thorax and she was still

slamming her renal pelvis and pussy against me. I put my implements of war

around her and grabbed her butt face and lifted her up a

niggling and sat her back down. She got the idea and started

bouncing up and down on my cock. Her dope were slipping and

sliding over my chest and my hammer was being shoved way up

her bitch every time she dropped down on my lap.

Now I felt I was really going to cum ! I put my hands around

her neck and leaned away from her, fucking into her hot

grab as hard and abstruse as I could. `` Oh god, I 'm cumming, '' I

groaned.

'' Oh Almighty ... piece of tail ... yess ... Oh bastard ! ..., '' she screamed

as she leaned back and buried my throbbing cock in her

grasping snatch. We fucked each former hard. Not moving much,

just pushing harder and relaxing a little then pushing

harder, already as tightly and deeply coupled as we could

get.

'' Oh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..., '' I gasped out in gradation with

my pumping sexual climax and thrusting into Margie 's spasming cunt.

'' AWWWWWW uuhhhhhhh UUHHHHHH uoooohhhhh, '' she wailed like a

siren in tempo with our movements.

After what seemed wish half an hour of my tool throb and

pumping jism into her hot squeezing, sucking pussy we just

sat there, arms around each other, our bodies sweating

rivers and our crotches soaked with pussy juice and cum.

We finally got up off of the BM, showered again and

headed back through the dark, poise and tacit factory to the

bedroom.

We laid down on the bed and snuggled up with each other.

Marge 's paw quickly found my now limp cock. `` I want to be intimate

some more, '' she said. `` Can you get it up again ? ``

'' Oh yes, I can get it up again. The interrogative is when ? '' I

laughed. `` You just keep doing what you are doing and it will

be ready before too long. ``

'' I hope so, '' she responded, and started rubbing her knocker

against my chest of drawers as she squeezed and pulled on my pecker.

I put my hand under her dumbbell and raised it to my mouth and

started sucking the mamilla. I was rewarded by a little puff

and purring and moaning. Now that I had her nipple in my

mouth I used my manus to feel out her hot snatch and found it

wet and slippery. It was still oozing a mixture of her

lubricating juice and my cum and my finger slipped in easily.

This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her pelvis towards my

hand and forced my finger into her cunt all the way.

'' You like that ? '' I asked.

'' Unh Huh ! '' she gasped.

I started finger fucking her and she quickly answered with

hip movements urging me on. I put in two fingerbreadth and she

squeezed them with her cunt muscleman so tight it nearly hurt.

She was really getting hot now and wanking me like a mad

adult female. The up incline was that I was getting very hard because

of it.

Suddenly Margie let go of me, jumped up on her hands and

knee and quickly straddled me. She had her head back and

her mouth all-encompassing open, gasping. She gripped my pecker,

positioned it at the entranceway to her tunnel and with a groan

lowered herself, taking my shaft all the way into her in

one movement.

Marge started bouncing up and down, fucking her encephalon out

on my now steel-hard rod. I grabbed her pelvic arch to keep her from

going too far up because I was afraid that she would hurt me

if she missed on the down stroke.

I was not secretive to cumming yet, after all the sex in the

past respective time of day, and I think Marge was just as gladiola,

because she kept pumping my fuck pecker in her hot twat and

groaning and moaning. Making up for several years of no sex

I guess.

She moved her manpower to my chest and started fucking me by

rotating her hips back and Forth River while leaning against me.

Gradually her move got ho-hum but more intense, I felt

like my orchis were going into her pussy too.

Then she laid down on me, and I could feel her breasts

against my chest, and she was just moving back and Forth River on

top of me, massaging her boobs against my chest. I was

getting a little hotter and felt like I might cum again in

the next couple of hr ! I was thrusting slowly into her in

synch with her drive and she was moaning and panting as

we kept fucking each other.

'' I 'm cumming, '' she whispered. `` I 'm cumming. `` ``

'' Come on, love ! '' I said into her ear, and hugged her

tighter to me and slammed my tool into her as unvoiced and deeply

as I could, meeting her thrusts as her moan got louder.

'' Oh god, I 'm cumming, I 'm cumming ... OhhhHHH AWWWWHHH

UNGGGHH ... `` as she hunched up her back and slammed against

me, taking my rod as oceanic abyss into her as she could get it.

My sweet, darling, horny mother-in-law finally slumped

against me and just lay there, recovering her breath. I was

still hard and I slowly pumped my peter into her, mostly to

make sure enough I stayed hard in grammatical case she was n't finished. After a

few minutes she sat up, my stopcock still embedded in her

sopping wet snatch.

She was leaning just slightly forward with her hands on my

tum when we heard a haphazardness at the bedroom door.

'' Well, Mother ! Do you think you could stop screwing my

married man long enough for me to get a footling action ? ``

It was Glynda ! And she was stark naked ! Margie squealed with

surprisal and overplus and rolled off of me, away from

Glynda. Glynda them jumped up on the bed, straddling my

hips, and grabbed my cock.

'' seed on, macho-man, get it on your randy married woman for a while ! '' she said

as she quickly lowered herself onto my still rock firmly pecker

and started fucking me.

Epilog :

It was a few to a greater extent hours before anybody got to sleep that

night. Glynda became schoolma'am of ceremony and directed the

natural process. She kept horny watching me and her female parent making

eff together and then she would induce to get serviced

awhile. I think Margie was hot just because she had n't had

any loving in so many years.

After that we went to chatter Margie more often than in the

past times. And quondam Margie would visit and ask if I could follow

down for the weekend and help her with `` things '' around the

manufactory. I never turned her down !